A/N: Ah, my Puckurt writing phase... *le sigh* Well, this story was posted before hand, but I attempted to delete my account, meaning I deleted all the stories I'd posted. So, I'm reposting this. It is complete, but this should also have a chapter-a-day update. That's what I'm shooting for. Please enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Puck, Kurt, Blaine or any other mentioned characters or Glee itself. All belong to Ryan Murphy and by extension FOX. I am nor Ryan Murphy or FOX, nor do I own either, meaning the only logical conclusion is that I don't own Glee.
Blaine was killing Kurt. Not in a brutal 'I'm-a-serial-killer' way, but an emotional one. Being best friends, they made the decision to both transfer to McKinley. It had been a month and Blaine was still a little clueless as to Kurt's true feelings and it was killing Kurt to yet again have unrequited love. So, today in glee, he decided to do something about it. When Mr. Schue walked in the door, before he could even yell 'GUYS!' Kurt raised his hand resolutely into the air.
"Yes, Kurt?" The room silenced a little and head turned to watch the interaction.
"Mr. Schue, I have a song I'd like to sing." Mr. Schue smiled and nodded. Kurt got up and went to the front of the room. He nodded at Brad and the other instrumentalists and they began playing.
In your brown eyes, walked away
In your brown eyes, couldn't stay
In your brown eyes, you watch her go
Kurt stared obviously at Blaine, whose smile had faded and was now shifting awkwardly in his seat. Kurt decided to avert his attention to Mercedes.
And turn the record on
And wonder what went wrong
What went wrong
If everything was everything
But everything is over
Everything could be everything
If only we were older
Guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
Looking at Mercedes eventually failed Kurt, though, as his eyes trailed back to the person this song was meant for.
In your brown eyes, I was feeling low
'cause they're brown eyes and you never know
Got some brown eyes, but a soft face
I knew that it was wrong
So baby, turn the record on
Play that song
Where everything was everything
But everything is over
Everything could be everything
If only we were older
I guess it's just a silly song about you
And how I lost you
And your brown eyes
Everything was everything
But baby it's the last show
Everything could be everything
But it's time to say goodbye so
Get your last fix, and your last hit
Grab your old girl with her new tricks
Honey yeah, it's no surprise
I got lost in your brown eyes
In your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Your brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Got some brown eyes
Brown, brown eyes
Brown eyes
Kurt took a shaky breath as applause filled his ears. Instead of sitting back down next to Blaine, though, he sat next to Mercedes. She smiled at him.
"Nice job white boy," she said, nudging him and winking. He smiled half-heartedly at her as, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Blaine raise his hand.
"Mr. Schue?" He called out.
"Yes Blaine?"
"I want to perform something…" Mr. Schue nodded. Blaine now took center stage and nodded to the instrumentalists behind him.
Every time he goes, she dies
Every time she comes, she cries
Blaine faced Kurt, whose eyes were beginning to bug. Kurt knew exactly what song Blaine was singing.
He was her long, bright future
In the middle of a wrong, dark road
He loved her, but he wasn't too sure
If he could return the love she showed
When she said, my love extends
Beyond the realm of being friends
He kissed her head
And quietly he said
How could Blaine sing this to me? And in front of everyone?
It's not that you're not beautiful, you're just not beautiful to me
She said, how beautiful do I have to be?
When I look in the mirror, you're the only thing I see
And I have loved you beautifully
Well, ten thousand tears passed by
But she never let him see her cry
And he called up down one night
He said, let's get in the car and just drive
He talked a lot about loneliness
But why, she didn't know
And some song about Memphis
Was playing on the radio
She said, let's stop the car and slow dance
Won't you just give me a chance?
He took her hand
And hoped she'd understand
Puck noticed Kurt's face, though he seemed to be the only one. This Blaine guy was starting to piss him off. Anyone would be lucky to have Kurt's love. I just wish it could be me…
It's not that you're not beautiful, you're just not beautiful to me
She said, how beautiful do I have to be?
When I look in the mirror, you're the only thing I see
And I have loved you beautifully
Well, she'll burn that bridge
And build a house
And swallow the smoke in her mouth
And she'll feel the burn
And then make the choice
To put the fire in her voice
It's not that you're not beautiful, you're just not beautiful to me
She said, how beautiful do I have to be?
When I look in the mirror, you're the only thing I see
And I have loved you beautifully
Blaine received light applause, but most of the attention was on the approaching form of Kurt. Blaine stared expectantly at Kurt and Kurt just looked back. Finally, after what seemed like years, Kurt's lip twitched upwards in a sort of grimace or sarcastic smile. Then he spoke.
"Thanks Blaine," he managed to tremble out. He raised his right hand and slapped Blaine hard across his left cheek. Blaine immediately clutched at the pain while Kurt's hand drew to cover his quivering mouth as he stormed out of the choir room.